CHAPTER 10:My Childhood Spat Back Out The Monster That You See

Now this chapter needs a disclaimer: I am an asexual person, but those are mine and only mine views about sex here. Not every ace person will feel the same and it's perfectly fine. It's just the way that I, feeling how I feel, imagine these characters to behave and feel. So please, remember this while reading.

And sorry about the title of this chapter. Couldn't help myself.

Keeping them in character is a nightmare. Now I'll go and have existential crisis, excuse me.

A year of their marriage passed so fast they could swear it was only a couple of hours, they fit so perfectly together. Of course they argued – almost all the time and over literally everything, both having such strong personalities, but not only did they make up quickly, but they also sometimes found out that they shared the same opinion over the topic at hand. They lived in what could only been described as perfect bliss, time filled with solving cases and walking London's streets.

One evening, at the beginning of spring, with rain falling gently outside in what reminded them of a silent song, they lay together on the bed, both immersed in reading, when the question had first been asked.

Sherlock stretched luxoriously over the bed, his head falling over the edge of the matress and his locks in a perfect mess covering his face – he kept them a bit longer these days, because Rose was fixated over his hair – and asked, his tone genuinely curious "What do you think about children?".

Rose, stretched in a matching pose on her side of the bed, ran her hand over her own, now short hair and murmured something incoherently, which turned out to be "Why?"

"Just." He shrugged. "Curious."

"Aw, we should have one, I guess." She stated casually. "Always wanted a little girl. You'd be perfectly ridicoulous as a father, just as I'll be as a mother."

"So you think we should have a child."

"Yes." She just said.

"Now?"

"Preferably, yes." She shrugged. "What is there to wait for? You asked, so I suppose you have all the research done and it's not just a casual question? Never underestimate how well I know you, love."

Sherlock rolled over and kissed her.

Next time the question was asked was a week later.

Rose had just gotten out of the shower, toweling her hair dry, and dressed only in Sherlock's robe, and when she leaned down to kiss him, Sherlock pulled her down, so she landed on his lap. They kissed for a while, until the need for air made them part.

"So. A child, huh?" She asked. "Are we going to adopt her? Or him?"

"Our mixed genes would evidently result in an extraordinary child." Sherlock eyed her, as she squirmed on his lap, trying to sit more comfortably. "But I'd rather stick to adoption, yes.

"Are we going to pretend that we are both unaware that having a child on our own requires having sex?" She pulled on one of his curls.

"Well, we could..."

"No, we most certainly couldn't." She interrupted. "We can't afford it. And I'd rather not have your brother involved in the whole affair."

"Valid point." He sighed.

"You know..." Rose bit on her lower lip. "I would...I want the child to have our genes too. Maybe we could try? I mean..."

"Rose." His tone was serious. "Are you sure about this?"

"No." She admited. "But we love each other. It can't be that hard."

"You've had previous relationships." He stated. "You know as well as I do, that it can be exactly that hard."

"I've only been with women before." She said, looking at the floor. "Men scare me."

"I don't scare you." Sherlock said gently.

"No. But you're... You are the exception to every rule."

"Well, I've never been with anyone before, Rose." He shrugged. "And as I truly love you and you are the most wonderful wife I am in no way sexually attracted to you."

"I know." She mumbled. "I am not attracted to you either. And I love you, I do. It's just... You said to me once that sex doesn't alarm you, right? So you're not...repelled, right? So we could just..."

"But you are." He looked into her eyes intently. "No sacrifices, okay? You've already had too many of them."

She nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Adoption it is then." He hugged her.

She nodded, and they kissed, and as they got more and more immersed into the kiss, they ended up leaving all the tasks at hand and just lying there together, happy as they were.